I Thomas Whittam won the VC But what of the rest of the fighting Burnley, Left in the fields and trenches to rot Those that came home...

There’s many a ridge n peak n mound That straddle this fine land, But one such holds a special place I’m sure you’ll understand It’s not...

Power off Fire on The sun was there Now it’s gone Eclipsed by murk And filth and spray To live and shine Another day – Clouds of Smudgy...

Picture this it’s Sunday bliss There’s cricket on the beach, Some yankees from the deepest south A tricky game to teach. Seagulls soar...

Turin’s grand old lady She plays in black and white, Ronaldo, Zoff and Pirlo Have blessed her with their might Munich’s boys they don the...

I There’s a fine old town in high Tamil That’s perched amidst its verdant hills, A tribal land that oft changed hands Once grand Tipu’s...